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They had come to probe our defenses, to measure our strength, and to remind us that nothing inside this estate was truly out of their reach. "Who is the client?" I asked, my voice dropping into a lethal, quiet whisper. "Give me the name." The mercenary let out a harsh, rasping laugh, his head dropping back toward his chest. "You think our employer is some low-level rogue or a bitter ex-Gamma like Felix Voss? Please. The person backing us doesn't operate in the shadows of the pack boardrooms." He raised his chin, his eyes locking onto mine with eerie, fanatical devotion.

"Who hired you to blow up my medical facilities? Give me a name, and I will make your deaths quick. Lie to me, and I will keep you alive for weeks just to peel the skin off your bones." The mercenary on the left, a thick-necked man with a military tattoo on his forearm, spit a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the concrete floor. "Fuck you, dog," he rasped, coughing heavily. "We don't know shit. We get paid through blind offshore accounts. You can beat us all night, but you aren't getting a damn name."

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

Over the past 20 years, Bloodthirsty Mercenary became the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. There were three main reasons why Somerland valued Justin so much. First of all, Justin was strong and was already at the peak of Dragon Rank. Even if Lucas and Leeman joined hands, they were not his opponent. Secondly, he was extremely powerful. He controlled Bloodthirsty Mercenary, the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. It had tens of thousands of members and was well-armed. Thirdly and most importantly, the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Justin controlled was on Dark Cape—strategically located on Somerland's border with Falconia.

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

But they both walked a little differently; the man on the left was half a step behind. They had inconsistent strides despite having formal training. This could only mean that they were mercenaries! Mercenaries were infamous for behaving like that. They came from different origins, and do everything for the sake of their own benefits and money. Every mercenary experienced countless trials of death and survived them all. With that, mercenaries were akin to emotionless murder machines. Yet these people sneaked in without anyone noticing. What were they up to? Scarlett continued to tail them from afar. She followed the two men and arrived outside a rundown factory.

Albert hadn't known such a life until the day he betrayed Hubert. He had grown up poor in the streets. His mother had been a night worker doing her best to take care of them while paying off her debts. Back in his hometown, the most lucrative business was the skin trade. There were different factions of skin trade establishments led by people they called Kontrolers. The Kontrolers took girls off the streets and employed desperate men and women hungry to make some money, they worked and paid dues to their bosses. Albert's mother had worked for one of them. Up until she gave birth to Albert she was a popular high earner. When she found out she was pregnant, her Kontroler wanted her to get rid

Blake said, irritated. With his head still lowered, the bald man slowly got up and placed his hands before him like a child being scolded. “Okay, can you get the bounty removed?” Blake asked. He needed it removed, or there would be troubles. The bald man furrowed his brow in contemplation and then finally nodded. “Okay, what is the name of your mercenary organization?” Blake finally asked. “We are the Mid-Easter Mercenary Organization.” The bald man proudly said. “Are you affiliated with the Mid-Eastern Alliance?” Blake asked surprisingly.

But I am so mad at myself for being late for the first job offer I had in three days that I blamed everything I could think of. A man named Brian Clark reached out to me, asking for a skilled assassin. I may not be so blessed in strength, well compared to my brothers, but I am cunning and have never failed any mission. Our company, Spot Moonlight, has the best assassins around here and I am third in rank. My first and second brothers are almost away every day because of how much they want in the market, and after all they are the best there are, so it is normal for them. I was on my way to meet with mister Clark and discuss the man he wants me to kill. After meeting the man, and taking the j